The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-05-31
HUNTING FOR HIS WIFE.
Mrs. Schmalz Scorns Her Wealthy Hus-
band-Will She Scorn the MillonsP

Mrs. Schmalz Scorns Her Wealthy Hus-
band-Wnl She Scorn the MiIlions2
From the Ne1o York Tribune
Frederic Schunalz stood for moment at
the corner of Nassau street and Maiden Lane
the other morning. He looked detected and
as if he did not know which way to so. He
raped his cane against his pointed boot and
mechanically whistied-probably the air
which Bohemian students used to yell in his
Younger days, the words Wealth is a bur-
den and full of care An hour on so after
he was smoking cigarette on the express
train TO Boston.
Mr. Schmals lived at No. IS Concord
street Brooklyn, six or seven years ago, and
made a living by copying photographs,
Pretty Kate Chapman was trying to make
a singer of herself about that time, but she
met Mr. Schmalz and Immediately her
operatic ambitions We're scattered to the
winds by the mighty passion They were
married They disagreed; they separated
they kissed and made up again, and went
through other such ordinary marital expert
ences together for nearly six years. Then,
six months ago, she left him for good. As
she stood on the stoop of their Brooklyn
boarding house she took clean white CAIN
brio handkerchief and wiped the dust from
her dainty patent-leather shoes, and by this
sign vowed never to return. She never did
Schmalz must have been thinking of this as
he was whirled away to Boston.
Three or four months ago the lonely hus-
hand visited the scenes of his boyhood in
France, and last week suddenly returned.
Then il was stated that he was five or six
times a millionaire-some relative having
conveniently died at the time of his visit
and he began to make lavish gifts to the
friends of his poverty. 1t was reported that
these gifts comprised a carriage and horses
for one, q SIC, 900 necklace for another, $50,
600 worth of rare old crockery for another,
valuable paintings and so on. 1t was then
discovered, too, that he was great inven-
tor, and had himself made couple of mil
lions or so out of his own fertile brain and
mechanical skill.
Naturally the first thing Mr.. Schmalz did
when he returned so wealth-laden was to
seek the partner of his sorrows, that she
might also share his joys But New York is
vast wilderness in which to hunt for a
missing wife, and no aid can be expected
from directories in such case. He hunted
and hunted for two or three days, and the
pretty things, the diamonds and pictures
and horses, probably all intended for her,
were distributed among his old friends
One morning few days ago the discon-
ISOLATE one strolled from his friends house at
No. IS West Twelfth street to BARRIERS
shop at the corner of the same street and
Broadway. He sat down in the chair to
have his dark beard clipped to just the point
which he used to wear it in Brooklyn when
she was by his side. The hairdresSer made
few ships with his scissors, told the patient
what kind OF weather it was and what a
licking the Philadelphians were going to
have the next morning, and was going on
to remark that Sunday and its accompany
ing cerulean LOCALITIES were approaching
when the patient gave sudden start and
just missed having the lobe of his ear lop-
ped off.
where in thunder did you get that7"
ooh, we've had these blue laws two Sun
days now, and"
81 mean that Autograph there"
THAT? We've had that over a year Don't
know how it comes to have been here SO
long, but you see it is rather a nice face.
don't you think so"
Fancy a barber criticising the wife of a
several-times millionaire in that off-hand
fashion For the ithograph was portrait
of the lady he had been so assiduously hunt
ing. And it had been there wear. Yet
she only left him little over half year
ago While his beard was being pointed he
thought over this and asked some more
questions. Following the clews obtained he
found the lady was living at No. 237 West
Fourteenth street.
Bright and early the next morning he was
on tne StOop and his hand was on the door
bell. He had taken the precaution to bring
well-grown friend with him. He pulled
the bell. A man between two and three
yards long and broad in proportion swung
open the portal.
Can see Mrs. Schmalz?"
mo, you cannot see Mrs. Schnalz" said
the man, as he thrust his big and untidy
form forward in what the Frenchman
deemed a threatening manner. II know
you and what you want, and Won don't
come in here" The door slammed to with
bang that sounded like "Git. %
That evening at dinner Mr. Schmalz was
so preoccupied that his attention had often
to be called to the dainties before him. He
sought counsel from his friends; the friends
suggested lawyer Certain documents
were drawn up. AT the Hotel Martin,
where the gentleman and his friends are
pretty well known, it was whispered that
these documents were for the transfer of
Mr. Schnlalzs lately acquired wealth into
other and safer hands. 1t was said, too,
that the millionaire did not want his wife
that he had called upon her to ask her to
return in order that, if she refused, she
would have no claim upon him: that not
being able to see her. he was afraid of some
thing unpleasant, and hence the lawyer and
the documents.
The next morning nothing had been
heard from Mrs. Schmalz; no letter was
received from her lawyers, and Mr.. Schmalz
hesitated to dispossess himself, even tenn
poral1ly, Of his new possessions. So he
started for Boston without signing the
papers, and will remain a millionaire until
Mrs Schmalz and her lawyer are heard
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